My Cardinal hatred - a reprise

Oh my Cardinal hatred runs deep!

From Kessinger, to Beckert, to Banks

My love of the Cubs is great

Lo, through the years they have caused me angst

This has not made my Cub-fondness abate.

A baseball purist, am I

With love for chin music, and no patience for the DH

I may not like other teams, but I try

Like fine wine, the game gets better with age

I am peaceful and kind of heart

There is one thing, however

That makes my responce quite tart

Please, utter the name never

The redbirds of Saint Louis are they

And Oh, does my hatred for them run deep!

If only the league would send them away

This loyal Cub fan would be able to sleep

From Musial, and Gibson, Boyer or Flood

I always wish that they never succeed

Since a Cardinal team playing as a dud,

To me, is better than the best mead

The Mad Hungarian was a bum

And so was Mark McGwire

With all his chemically induced runs

Their consistent play could draw my ire

Many of my Cubs’ seasons they have stolen

Wearing of the ‘birds-on-the-bat’ is revolting

Ah yes, and I hate Scott Rolen

Too bad they didn’t keep Joe McEwing

Oh, my hatred for the Cardinals runs deep!

From the pit of my heart to the tip of my tongue

Like the upper deck at Busch was so steep

My Cardinal hatred is so strong, I wish them all dung.